do you see zayn

OT5 2018 Grammy Submissions

Don’t forget, this is just what we’ve seen in terms of SUBMISSIONS. We’ll see on November 28, 2017 what the actual NOMINATIONS look like.


  • Slow Hands (Niall Horan)
  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn)
  • Dusk Till Dawn (Zayn)
  • Strip That Down (Liam Payne)
  • Sign of the Times (Harry Styles)
  • Back to You (Louis Tomlinson)


  • Slow Hands (Niall Horan)
  • Dusk Till Dawn (Zayn)
  • Strip That Down (Liam Payne)
  • Sign of the Times (Harry Styles)
  • Back to You (Louis Tomlinson)


  • Harry Styles (Harry Styles)


  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn/Taylor Swift)
  • Dusk Till Dawn (Zayn/Sia)
  • Strip That Down (Liam Payne/Quavo)
  • Back to You (Louis Tomlinson/Bebe Rexha)


  • Too Much to Ask (Niall Horan)
  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn)
  • Dusk Till Dawn (Zayn)
  • Strip That Down (Liam Payne)
  • Sign of the Times (Harry Styles)
  • Back to You (Louis Tomlinson)


  • I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Zayn/Taylor Swift)


  • Harry Styles: Behind the Album (Harry Styles)


  • Harry Styles (Harry Styles)


  • Sign of the Times (Harry Styles)


  • Sign of the Times (Harry Styles)


  • Slow Hands (Niall Horan)
  • Two Ghosts (Harry Styles)


  • Get Low (Liam Payne/Zedd)
  • Just Hold On (Louis Tomlinson/Steve Aoki)

Full list of all categories.

Inspired by this video + 

thanks to @ziampoets for the inspiration too, here’s a first part of a possible story to come some of which is under the cut as it’s 


“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had Harry, even worse than the time you put me on that tv show for kids where I got gunged so I’d do better in the charts and I ended up getting covered in yellow god knows what and my single went down 20 places.”

Zayn glares at Harry whose facial expression changes several times from one of mock outrage to indignation to a smug smile.

“Yeah but the fun we had on all the Christmas cards and Birthday cards you received in the year after that though with your pouty face and that expensive haircut covered in yellow stuff, I mean who cares about your career when you give us material like that for years.”

Zayn mutters a swear word or three under his breath and questions once more why on earth he picked Harry Styles as his manager then as the driver stops the car and turns round from his seat to say, “We’ve arrived,” and Zayn looks out the window at the sign, he just wishes he could steal Marty McFly’s car and basically go back to when he ended up sat next to Harry at an event four years ago, and sit anywhere else but there.

The door opens next to him and Harry’s there holding it open and gesturing with a flourish towards the pavement and Zayn could hold the driver hostage, go back home and get his passport and travel to Australia and hide somewhere in the outback but Harry would probably be there first so there’s no use delaying the inevitable so he mutters a, “I really hate you,” which doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears and jumps out the car.

It’s quiet on the streets but then again it would be as it’s just after 5am because this what he’s about to do, or think about doing more like, is top secret for at least a few more weeks and though it’s not the first time Zayn’s been up at 5am, it’s the first time he’s been up at 5am to go the gym.

He looks up at the sign, “Metaboli London’ and he could say no right now, he could turn away right now and Harry would try and persuade him, but ultimately Harry never forces anything, just like the gunge tank tv show, just like everything, and that’s why they work so well cause Harry as much as Zayn hates it, gets these things right and that’s why Zayn never says no, cause the reason his single plummeted twenty places was because it just wasn’t very good and yes he could say no to all this, and it goes so far against the grain that it’s crazy and yet he feels like if he doesn’t just try then he’ll regret it so before Harry can say anything before he can be that cajoling voice that’s more like his mum when he was trying to ride a bike for the first time,  Zayn, strides forward and opens the door calling out, “Well are you coming?” before Harry can even blink.

Zayn’s not the first one there, there’s a few faces he recognises, the people Harry had mentioned would be taking part.  He kind of knows a couple of them already, at least to say hello to, or in Louis Tomlinson’s case sing along drunkenly to Oasis songs at 4am at some crap showbiz party a few years back.

There’s a couple of daytime tv celebs and then a few others milling around who he sort of recognises but hasn’t a clue who they are and well, if he signs up to this, officially that is, then he guesses he’ll know them pretty damn well by the end of this journey.

“Here you go,”  Harry slips a bottle of water into Zayn’s hand which Zayn pulls his face at.

“Water?  Seriously Harry, does my face look like the face of a man that can even hold a conversation with someone at this time of the morning without a coffee in my hand or what?”

“Well it can definitely whinge for England at this time of the morning,” Harry responds drily, “Anyway, coffee dehydrates you and your body my friend needs to become a temple in the coming weeks if you aren’t gonna collapse and die on the first day out there so quit whining, have a sip or two of water and then, oh hey up, I think your motivation just walked into the room.”

Harry finishes his sentence with an accompanying waggle of his eyebrows and that’s all Zayn needs to know that someone fit’s walked into the room though fit in Harry’s eyes is a whole different kettle of fish to Zayn’s view of fit, but the sound of a someone clearing their throat pulls Zayn away from that thought as he undoes the lid of the bottle, turns around and well, okay maybe Harry’s idea of ‘fit’ isn’t all that different after all.

There are three fellas in front of them, two of them are engaged in conversation and nudging into each other laughing, one of them’s got bleached blonde hair with little bits of brown poking through at the roots, he’s whippet thin but there’s a solidity to him that speaks of someone able to take care of himself, and then the other guy is bigger and taller, dark haired and even from a little way away, Zayn can hear his Irish accent.  

Then there’s the other guy who’s stood a little bit further apart,  he’s about the middle in terms of height and size, he’s got hair and a lot of it, that looks far too artfully styled almost for this time of the morning and for a gym, and brown eyes, and even from here Zayn can appreciate the fella’s lips especially as he chews at them, he’s got a pair of pale yellow  jogging bottoms on and a cream coloured top on, just like the smaller bloke, he’s whippet thin but as the guy puts his hands on his hips and blows out what seems to be a frustrated breath, Zayn can see his arm muscles and well, fuck, no one told him he’d have to wear looser jogging bottoms today.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you think Zayn looks so sad recently whenever we see him... And when will they give him a break? He's constantly doing pap walks in front of gigi's apartment like goddamn im so tired for him... But he do really looks sad. :( Thanks for your answer lovely!

Well I think you answered your own question. Put yourself in his shoes.

The ho strollin’ in front of Gigi’s is a soul sucking business obligation. In real life, even if Zayn were actually dating Gigi, he would have learned to use the service entrance/exit or a private entrance/exit by now. That is, if you also really think paps just spend hours at Gigi’s on the chance that Zayn might walk out. If you were Zayn, you might be annoyed that people think you’re too dumb–or too thirsty–to do any better than this

Meanwhile, the garbage press is constantly pushing your significant other’s beard and shady baby.  And if YOUR name is mentioned along with your s/o’s (or bandmates), it’s usually in a shady official narrative pushing kinda way.

Also, you recently released a single and video and your team actively sabotaged it and then tried to create rumors and drama that would cause you to be blamed by many for their deliberate inaction.

Would you look happy with all this going on?

anonymous asked:

What happened

So Andy Samuels (Liam’s best friend) was being active on twitter and even answering one or two questions about Liam’s single/album. He was being sassy and funny just like Liam, when a random person said to Andy that Harry’s single was going to be better. Then Andy proceeded to do something all of us would do for our best friend and defended Liam by saying that he doubted it.

Because people apparently doesn’t have anything better to do, they started hating on Andy because he was defending Liam and not saying Harry’s was better and because he engaged with this person. All of us would defend our own friends and mind you his answer isn’t even offensive. 

This is the same as a random “fan” saying to Gemma that Louis’s single is better than Harry’s and she says that it isn’t. Or someone saying to Calvin/Oli/Hot Luke that Louis single is shit and that Niall’s is better and them saying that no, it isn’t. Someone telling Niall’s friends that Zayn’s single is way better than Niall’s and them saying “hell no”. And lastly a “fan” saying to Zayn’s family that Liam’s album is so good compared to Zayn’s and them defending Zayn. Do you see what i’m getting at?! We always defend the people we love!

To this fan, I have 3 things to say:




Rant done. I’m out.

anonymous asked:

Do you really thing Liam said ''Bad bad bad'' before hugging Zayn? Because it would totally change the situation!

i do

because you see 

i think zayn is asking for a hug and you know how lately liam is really trying to not exposed ziam so much 

so when zayn is asking  for a hug liam is like “that is a idea really bad bad bad”

and zayn is a little shit okay

zayn want his damn hug and he is gonna have

so he don’t say anything he just raising his arms and wait for his hug

and liam…he can’t say no to this or to zayn 

and liam give this giant huge smile like i can’t never say no,not to you 

and zayn give i did it smile

and in the end we have zaynandliam lost on their little world


okay,this is the Ziam version of, THAT IS NOT PLATONIC…

as I said last time, “fetus first” (sorry not much x factor but we all know how different Larry and Ziam are…)

I honestly don’t even think Zayn is awake,and maybe I’m a bad friend,but if Jamie fell asleep on me and was crushing my boobs with her head, I would make her get up…. (sorry babe)

yes Zayn, just leave Harry your other friend out of the hug before realizing that you cant do that…  And Liam, Nuzzling into Zayn’s neck, totes platonic…

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i’d quite like to paint that face (zouis, uni au, 1k)

“Hey, bruv!”

Zayn turns around in the doorway to see some lad he’d never seen before - because shite, he’d remember eyes like that - holding out a pack of cigs.

“You dropped this, mate.”

Zayn pats at his pockets instinctively and then turns back sheepishly. “Thanks, bro. Would’ve missed those later.”

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Three In It To Win It~ Dean Ambrose/ AJ Styles/ Cesaro Imagine

Originally posted by vaniwin

Originally posted by cmjesus

Originally posted by cesaros-arms

Tagging : @emmarablack @helluvawriter @moxtiel @gelinas22

A/N : Lex’s idea to do this but I forgot her tumblr name and I added Cesaro for @helluvawriter

Pushing past people as you walked down the hall, you were born ready to be in the ring. This was your dream and it was finally coming true.

“ You look a little lost, Can I help you?” Turning around, you came face to face with one of your favorite wrestlers. Cesaro.

“ Hi! My name is Y/N, I’m the new meat around here” 

“ Oh! So your’e the newbie” He smirked, placing his sunglasses on top of his head, looking you over. Rolling your eyes, “ If your done checking me out, I’d be glad in need of some help”

“ Oh I’ll help you alright” He smirked, “ My eyes are up here , thanks” You pushed past him making your way around. You didn’t need his help, great first impression with the Swizz Superman. 

You heard other men talking in the hall, peeking your head around the corner. There stood AJ Styles, Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson. Squealing at the sight of them, she clasped her hand over her mouth to keep her quite.

“ Did you hear that?” AJ asked, his southern accent coming out. They looked around the hall seeing no one, shrugging they went back to talking.

You straightened out your jacket, walking around the corner, your boots hitting the floor as you passed by them.

“ Looks like we got ourselves a hot one” Anderson says as he turns his head staring at your ass. Stopping in your tracks as you heard him, “ Thanks, but you wouldn’t even handle me in bed Mr. Clean.” 

“ I like her” Gallows says as he steps towards you. “ Luke” “ Y/”

“ Ahh, the newbie. Names AJ. AJ Styles” 

As much as you loved AJ, you rolled your eyes, “ Yeah, the Phenomenal One, heard your great. But in bed? Hmm?”

“ Of course darlin, there is no better man than me”

Luke and Anderson turned to him as they began to argue over that issue meanwhile, you turned walking away with them with a smirk on your face. 

After your debut match, interview with Renee, you were making your way back to the locker room.

Someone stood outside of it, it was Dean. You didn’t meet Dean yet, he was known to be a pretty funny guy around here.

“ Well..Well.. if it isn’t Mrs. Badass over here” Standing in from of him, in your leather jacket looking fierce. 

“ If It isn’t the Lunatic Frindge. I’m so flattered you stop to give me some of your time out of your schedule” 

He chuckled, “ I like you, your cute” 

“ Thanks but no thanks, I don’t do guys like you” Pushing his chest, he stumbled back a bit before he took a hold of your wrist.

“ What guys do you do sweet heart?”

“ Once that comb their hair for starters” 

“ You think your funny. I actually clean up good” 

“ I don’t see that happening any time soon” Patting his chest, you left him hanging around the Women’s locker room with him shocked. 

You were good.  

Looking around the parking lot, you were suppose to be picked up but no one was there for you.

“ Need a ride?” A deep voice said. Glancing up at the giant, staring down at you was the Lone Wolf, Baron Corbin.

Your type of guy.

“ Sure” He grabbed your bags from you. “ Hey!” Running to him, trying to catch him, he chuckled over his shoulder.

“ Keep up newbie” 

“ Those are my bags” He stopped in front of a black SUV, putting the bags into the trunk. “ I give points for you for that”

“ Don’t got to be mean” 

“ Look kid, get in, it’s cold” He said shutting the trunk. “ I’m not a kid!” “ Shut up”

You huffed getting into the passenger seat, turning to him, you mumbled a thanks. He started the car without saying a word, he wasn’t scary looking in person just quite.

He did his own thing.

He drove off, you laid your head on the window watching the street signs, people and buildings. 

“ What do you mean you have no more rooms? I’m part of WWE, check again” You pointed to the computer on the table.

“ I’m sorry Miss, there is nothing I can do”

“ I can” someone says, you turned to see Sami Zayn. He walks over to you, giving you a smile. “ I have a spare bed in my room, come on” 

“ Thanks so much” 

“ Don’t mention it, what’s your name?”

“ Y/N, I know your Sami Zayn. Your one of my favorite wrestlers, I love your matches”

‘ Thank you, I saw your debut. Miss Badass” 

You shrugged, “ Got to start somewhere “ 

“ You’ll get there, the way you wrestle and are on the mic. You got it in you, trust me”

“ Thanks”

You both reached the room, Sami unlocked it, he opened it letting you in go first. “ Such a gentlemen”

“ My mom raised me well” You walked under his arm with your bags behind you.

“ Thanks again for this” “ No problem” He took of his hat and jacket. Sami was pretty cute, you thought as you looked him over. 

“ You see something you like?” 

Blushing as you been caught staring at him,  “ I’m sorry, I don’t usually have guys just offering me to stay with them.” He laughs. 

“ Your cute, get some sleep” He fished something out of suitcase before walking into the bathroom.

You stared at his ass, he had a nice one.

“ Sami, my man” Arms went to his shoulders making him jump. You were out having breakfast with him when Cesaro came up to him. 

“ Antonio! Join us”

He looked over to you, sitting from across from you. “ I already ate but I’ll join you” 

“ Hello Y/N” He says, giving you a smile. It was like things turned around, it was like he forgot he was an ass yesterday.

“ Hi” 

 Sami looked between the two of you, confused on what was going on. “ You’ve met him?”

“ I did when I came into the arena. I needed guidance and he happened to be only interested in these” You motioned to your breasts.

Sami spit out his water, you leaned back into your chair. He coughed, wiping his chin. “ Uh, what?” you gave him a napkin, giggling at him. 

“ I wasn’t, you had a beautiful necklace” 

“ I wasn’t wearing one” Sami snorted, patting Cesaro on the back. 

“ Nice one” 

Cesaro leaned into his seat feeling ashamed, you were cute and all he wanted was to be nice but seems as though you didn’t like him.

“ Sweetheart, I see your making friends” Dean had walked over to you, Baron and Sami. You were talking to Sami and Baron about how you started to wrestle since you were little, always wanting to get into a ring.

“ What do you want Ambrose?”

“ A date with you” You scoffed, “ Didn’t I tell you that I don’t do guys that don’t brush their hairs. Scoot off now, you have no business in my friendship bubble”

“ Friendship bubble?” Sami asked Baron, looking at him. Baron shrugged but looked on to see what you were going to do. 

“ I can, I’ll prove it to you” 

“ Uh huh, keep talking, all I hear is bull shit slipping from your tongue. I’d rather get in bed with Sami here” 

Sami’s eyes got wide hearing your confession, he coughed feeling embarrassed as his cheeks tinted red as he scratched the back of his neck. 

Dean grumbled as he walked away, when you turned to Sami he was all red. 

“ Aw! Look Sami’s blushing” You nugged Baron who rolled his eyes but held a small smile on his lips.

Fans already loving you and loving the fact that you befriended the Lone Wolf, who has been on your social media a couple of times. Fans would catch a glimpse of him in your pictures.

They shipped you two together, “ Remind me why they like us so much?”

“ Because you can’t get enough of me”  Baron joked. Slapping his chest while he threw his head back laughing, “ I hate you.”

“ No you don’t, your secretly in love with me and want to bang me”

“ Oh my god Baron!” He continued to laugh while you pouted. 

“It’s the hot one!” 

Growling as you heard Anderson’s voice, AJ, Anderson and Luke walked over to you. AJ took a glance seeing you with Baron.

“ Him? Out of every guy in the roster, him? You could do so much better”

“ You mean you? No thanks” 

“ And why not darlin?” He wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to his side which Baron saw you were uncomfortable with. He got off his bike, coming towards AJ.

“ Woah there big guy, no need to raise fist” He motioned to Baron’s hand. “ Step away from her” 

AJ rose his hands, glancing at you as you were looking at him. 

“ I’m done with you darlin” He pointed to you before he left with Anderson and Luke by his side. 

“ Thanks. Now let’s go get some ice cream!”

“ Y/N, I want you to meet Finn Balor, he’s one of my best friends” Sami says as he introduces you to Finn. “ Hey there, I heard so much about you” You shook hands with him.

“ Likewise” He smiled so wide, Finn was adorable. 

Sami had taken you to see Finn who was building something with his lego’s.

“ Legos!” you yelled seeing them. “ This is amazing” You admired his collection looking around.

“ Dank ya love” His accent was to die for. 

You turn to face him, “ Let’s watch a movie?” 

“ I got the popcorn!” Sami yells.

You were left in the room with Finn, he was smiling at you while you smiled back. 

What? He was adorable. You would stare at him too.

It was night, you were standing on Finn’s balcony looking over the view. Sami had fallen asleep on the couch, Finn came to stand besides you. 

“ It’s beautiful night”

“ I see something much more stunning” You turned to glance at Finn to see he was already looking at you. 

You giggled, he smiled hearing it. Your hand was on the railing, Finn’s fingers came over yours. You looked down at them, blushing looking away from him hearing him chuckle. 

i’m catching up on z stuff because i was asleep when this all came out but i’d just like to say that everyone who still hates zayn for leaving or some other reason…. you truly are missing out. not only that, but you clearly haven’t listened to a word that’s been said from zayn’s mouth, from articles that don’t try to point out how ‘sexual’ his album was, or how he’s a ‘bad boy’. if you actually used your brain like you do for ot4, you’d see that zayn at his core is just an artist trying to be heard. that’s what everything boils down to. zayn left one direction because he wasn’t heard there, and the repercussions of that manifested in ways that weren’t healthy for him. zayn makes the music he does because he wants to be heard, he wants to express himself. why are you punishing him for that?

anonymous asked:

Concept: Zayn as an artist & Louis as his muse. Discuss

You mean, incredibly creative artist Zayn finding beauty in the boy with ocean eyes and curves that put luscious, green rolling hills to shame? I know. Zayn cant really help it all that much though; When you see the natural beauty Louis gives off so effortlessly in his swift movements and the smooth, supple planes of his tummy and thighs, it’s natural to find art in that. Louis thinks Zayn’s full of shit and just trying to get him naked for an ‘art project’, because he himself cant wrap his head around just what anyone would find in him to think he’s a work of art. But then again, beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. Zayn sees it, and has always seen it. Why do you think Zayn looks at Lou with absolute stars in his eyes? Like an extraordinary burst of sparks that a firework gives off in the midnight sky? Because to Zayn, Louis is one of, if not THE, most captivating person he knows.

One feature of Louis’ that Zayn cant get enough of, is his bright blue eyes. Zayn loves nothing more than studying every shade of blue in them. He goes on and on about how lovely they are. He compliments him in interviews with no second thought, just because of how beautiful and blue they are.

He just loves plying Louis with compliments, whether they’re about his eyes, his jawline,

his bum..

or his “massive” biceps…

Zayn does love a bit of shameless wandering with his eyes over Louis’ beautiful body…

Whether the medium is sketching or painting, oil pastels or sculpting, you can be rest assured, Zayn’s biggest and best muse is Louis…

In my own fantasy world, Zayn would totally be the boyfriend who wants to suggest them getting naked and painting random things on each other with bright shades of paint, drawing a little red heart on Louis’ chest, as Louis attempts to draw his standard cartoon penis on Z’s forehead. What? We cant always trust Louis to be the romantic one, but it doesn’t matter, cause half the fun is what ensues when it’s time to wash it all off…Or Zayn simply directing Louis to sit on a stool in his biggest, baggiest, warmest sweater, sketching out the effortless poses Louis gives while he fidgets with his hair and plays with his fingers.

Louis is a beautiful, beautiful man and would be a wonderful muse for Zayn’s art, considering Zayn has always seen Louis’ best sides. That’s how you know their love and admiration is just…imbedded in each other’s brains—Zayn sees Louis’ beauty in the way he moves, Louis sees the wonder in Zayn’s eyes as he creates his art. It’s perfect…they’re perfect. And Louis would compliment Zayn’s hard work, knowing he put his all into it. Thanks for your ask, sorry I couldn’t elaborate more; I’d rather not cry rivers of tears on this Friday morning…

But you’ve got stars in your eyes and I’ve got something missing tonight.


**Zayn Malik Imagine for Zoë**

Imagine seeing you and just being in shock by your beauty.

Zayn: God, she’s so beautiful.  Liam,do you see her?

Liam: Yeah she’s a keeper, mate.

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